Okay, I'm coming back to make this chapter a little bit more comprehensible.

Phineas, Ferb, and company sat around the breakfast table, discussing the day's activities animatedly—in specific, what were they going to do today?

"Math!" proclaimed Baljeet. Phineas shook his head.

"Become superheroes," Irving put in.

"Been there, done that."

"Nerds are in season," Buford announced, "why not let's—"

"No," Phineas cut him off.

"Giant robot unicorn?" Isabella suggested. The mostly male population around the breakfast table simply looked at her. "Okay, maybe not."

Phineas looked around. "Come on, guys!" he exclaimed, "You should have plenty of ideas! This is our inspirational place!"

"Why not build the most awesome thing ever?" Irving asked.

"That's lined up for next Tuesday. Come on, Ferb, what do you think?"

The usually silent step-brother looked up. "Well, I was originally going to devote most of my time to completing my Pokémon White video game, but I think that maybe we could delve into the repair capabilities of applied nanotechnology."

"Huuuh?" asked Buford.

"He means fix things with tiny robots," hissed Baljeet.

"Oh, oh, I knew that!"

"Ferb, that's brilliant!" Phineas shouted joyously, "Why didn't you say so before?" Ferb gave him a calm, complacent look. "Yeah, other than that."

"Are you going to say it?" asked Isabella.

"Why should I?" replied Phineas.

"Well, you look so cute when you say it!"

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Phineas blinked, then continued: "Besides, I think that Ferb knows what we're gonna do today. Let's go!"

Meanwhile, in Candace's room, the above teenaged girl was unloading on Stacy, as was her custom.

"I don't want to have to watch my brothers, Stace! I have places to go and things to do! And I don't want to blow a hot date to—"

"Before you go to places best left unseen," Stacy cut her off, "I think that I need to remind you that you are sixteen. Responsibility comes with age."

"I don't want this 'responsibility'," Candace replied, "I want to have fun!"

There was a noise that, if you heard it, would have made you think it was either a banshee, a pair of tomcats having it out in the front yard, or, possibly, one of Baljeet's rock ballads, whichever one sounds worst.

"I've got to go, Stace," Candace announced. She ran out of the room. Stacy looked around.

"Hey," she exclaimed at length, "Where's Perry?"

"Morning, Agent P," proclaimed Major Monogram, "We've just gotten this one in from our sources. Doofenshmirtz is—Um, Carl, there's no one there."

"This is a rehearsal, sir," Carl replied from off-screen, "We want this to sound good."

"I don't see why we'd need to rehearse a briefing," Major Monogram exclaimed.

Perry came in and sat down.

"Well, what would your wife say?" Carl asked.

"She wouldn't care one way or the other," Monogram contested.

"Ladies like things to sound good," Carl shot back.

"So you're trying to impress a girl you like?" Monogram questioned, "Who is it? That Jane girl?"

"HER NAME'S JANIS!" Carl shouted, then, in a more conservative tone, added, "and no, I'm not in love with her."

"Are you sure? Cause you're showing the signs of it!"

"No! She's way older than me!"

"Is she some kind of supermodel?" Monogram asked gleefully, "Well?"

"She's my dad's wife," Carl snapped.

In the uncomfortable silence that followed, Monogram noticed Perry sitting at the console.

"AGENT P!" he exclaimed, "You didn't, uh, hear that, did you?"

Perry gave him a level stare.

"Well, um, Anyway!" Monogram continued, "We've just gotten this in from one of our sources. Doofenshmirtz has been doing some suspicious things. He's purchased all of the water balloons in the Tri-State Area." He paused. "Well, actually, we didn't get any names, but we're pretty sure it's him. Get out there, and put a stop to it!"

Perry ran out of the room. Monogram looked after him, and then turned to Carl.

"This never leaves this room."

"Fine by me."

"One thing's for certain," Phineas announced, "We've got to do something about that noise. It sounded like a banshee, a pair of tomcats having it out in the front yard, or, possibly, one of Baljeet's rock ballads."

"Whichever one sounds worst," added Ferb.

"I find your lack of respect disturbing," Baljeet noted.

"But, other than that, it works. We've repaired the phone book, the gate, the table, and the television in that order, and then necessarily defused the nanomites in each case. I'd say the Nano-fuser works just fine! We just have one more test we need to perform. Ferb?"

Ferb raised a pencil in the air, and snapped it. Dropping it on the ground, he prepared a rifle-like object on a tripod. He aimed it at the broken pencil, and stepped away. Phineas began a countdown.

"Fusing in Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One..."

Candace stepped in front of what was apparently the Nano-fuser. "You—"

There was a brilliant flash of light, and the sound of a banshee, a pair of tomcats having it out in the front yard, or, possibly, one of Baljeet's rock ballads.

"—guys are so busted!" She paused. "I feel… different. Stronger." She turned, and fell flat on her face.

"Definitely one of Baljeet's rock ballads," Isabella declaimed.

"You're talking about me like I'm not here!" Baljeet shouted.

"It's the truth," Buford pointed out.

"YOU TOO? IS THERE NO ONE I CAN TRUST?" Baljeet screamed.

"Samurott is strong against fire-types, you fool!" Ferb proclaimed, attracting some weird glances. Phineas rolled his eyes.

"You okay, Sis?" he asked Candace.

"No thanks to you! I'm calling Mo—" She checked her pockets for her cell phone, and came up with nothing. "Oh, my cell phone's in my room." She walked to the door, and accidentally ripped it off it's hinges.

"Wow! You gave your sister super-powers? That is so cool!" Irving said.

Phineas shook his head, "There's no way of knowing if the nanomites will affect her in an adverse manner. We need to defuse them. Candace, if you'll just stand still…"

"Are you kidding me?" Candace shouted in an exhilarated tone of voice, "Super-powers? That's awesome! I can do whatever I want! I'm free!" She vanished in a blur and a rush of wind, leaving her cries of "Free… free… free…" hanging in thin air. The younger kids stood around with jaws dropped. Stacy walked into the yard and examined the door.

"So, can anyone tell me what just happened?" she asked.

"If I'm right," Phineas replied tentatively, "We just messed up big time."